The Woodpecker and the Swan
“Where are you going my sweet?” the woodpecker said to the swan.
“Down to the river to get a drink of the sweetest mulberry wine.
“Then I’ll dance under the moon
“And sing for the lilacs, too,
“And come home before the sun signals dawn.”
“Perhaps my love, a different date would serve you all the well,
“If instead you stayed with me, under the catalpa tree
“Sipping strawberry rhubarb tea
“Until the sun signals the dawn.”
“Oh no, my love that wouldn’t be a proper compromise.
“I think that you and I should be
“Separate, though in comradery,
“And I will leave you to your tree,
“As the sun is signaling dawn.”
The woodpecker sighed and watched her go,
Past the cherry blossom snow,
Through the water and misty haze
Contemplating his sacrifice of sleep.
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